Demon King Dad

The rain was pouring, making spots on the muddy lake.

The people watching around stopped talking in low voices for a while, and they all looked at Roger, who was standing there and announcing loudly.

The idiot turned his head and stared at this "enthusiastic" subordinate, the coldness in his eyes dropped to a low freezing point in an instant. Perhaps others have not noticed this. But always paying attention to the idiot's little bread, it is impossible to miss the coldness in his eyes.

"Baba...?"

"……………………………………”

The idiot was silent. But under the call of Bread, he closed his eyes slightly... When he opened them again, the cold in his eyes finally disappeared, returning to the depth of the past that people could not see any thoughts.

"You said... did you see Vito last night? Where? When? Why did you see Vito? What did you say?"

Premo over there grabbed Roger's shoulder and asked aloud that Roger gritted his teeth, just about to speak... But at this moment, he suddenly thought of what the idiot had said.

"We...between us... we had a quarrel. Vito said that he originally admired me, but now... very disappointed... and then... we separated."

Hearing this, the idiot finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the young knight kept his promise and did not live up to his duties as a soldier. After sighing this sigh, the idiot turned around and led the other knights to the inn, once again carrying out this 24 hour adjustment and rest.

In this regard, the small bread did not directly accept it back to the hotel. She looked at the corpse lying on the ground over there, and then at the crying mother and angry father over there, after thinking about it, she held up the card—

"I want to help them and see if there is anything I can help. 》

"…………………………Don't do too much."

After all, the idiot left with the knights.

Little Bread watched the idiot leave and exhaled. She smiled with the umbrella in Xingli's hand. Afterwards, the little nv boy walked to the arguing crowd over there and began to listen to their conversation.

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The corpse was transferred to the hospital, put in the morgue, waiting for autopsy.

As the number of entourage decreased, the feeling around people became calmer.

Holding an umbrella, Bun stood silently beside Roger, walking side by side with him. However, the knight didn't seem to care much about the bread next to him, but gritted his teeth, thinking about the problems he was facing now.

The rain... crackled down, making a rhythmic sound on the umbrella.

Lifting your foot and stepping into the puddle, the splashing water drops in the air like a slow motion playback, slowly falling, making a rounded circle not far away.

The gray sky seemed very blurred due to rain. These cold winter rains eroded human skin, hitting the body like needles...

Time flies.

Throughout the morning, Bread followed Roger and a large group of Forgotten Town knights led by Knight Commander Premo, walking through the streets.

The family members of the deceased have red eyes, trying their best to find any evidence. However, no one has seen when Vito went to the park. On the rainy night like yesterday, it should be said that someone saw it, but it was a very strange thing.

Morning, noon, afternoon...

Time passed by for no reason, without any compromise.

This is the yīn shadow in the sky once again descending, this day, once again is about to end...

Because of tiredness, anger and disappointment woven together, the father who suffered the pain of mourning was finally a little bit unable to hold it, in the knight camp of the Forgotten Town...

"You guys who eat for free"

Scolded.

"Can't find it? Why can't we find it? How is this possible?"

Facing Premo's loud scolding, all the knights lowered their heads and dared not speak. For a long time, a knight was bold and said--

"Head, it's not us... don't want to find it. But it's... I can't find it, Master Roger said, the grocery store owner who went to the grocery store last night can testify for him. But... but we Now I can’t find the owner of the grocery store. I asked his family, but I don’t know where he went. Now I have reported the crime."

The bread standing beside him was taken aback and remembered. The owner of that grocery store was indeed the post-witness of the meeting. But now... is missing?

"So...that's it, it must be like this"

Roger gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and said loudly--

"It's the grocery store owner who died today, and he disappeared so coincidentally? It's definitely him... he is definitely related to the murder of Vito. He definitely knows something old man, I suggest right now... …"

"shut up"

Premo, who was in a bad mood, turned his head, drank loudly, and said--

"What qualifications does a small mercenary have to teach me? Don't think you can stand here now, standing here as a former knight. The reason why you have not been driven out by me is because you are the number one Witness and... also the last person who saw my son"

Roger froze for a moment. After rolling his eyes slightly, he seemed to understand something. He immediately took a step and shouted: "Brother, what do you mean? I did see Vito later, but now you say What do these words... mean?"

The atmosphere is a bit wrong. Bread turned his head and looked at the knight leader over there, feeling a little scared in his heart.

"Huh, what do you mean? You know it yourself."

Knight Premore walked out from behind his desk and went straight to Roger. The brothers are now staring at each other, none of them are willing to divert their attention.

"Roger Williams mercenary. Since you are the last person to see my son, from now on, your freedom in life needs to be restricted a little bit. Until we find out the truth, we can only I'm wronged, let us'look after' you temporarily."

Having said that, the knight commander waved his hand, and two knights stood next to him, one on the left and the other, holding Roger. Seeing this, Roger hurriedly shouted--

"Brother? What do you mean? Me and Vito are so good, how could I do... do the things you imagined? Are you crazy?"

"It's not my husband who is crazy, but you"

At this moment, an nv man with ponytails, eyes on his face and red and swollen eyes came in. He was wearing professional attire, holding a book and a pen in his hand, standing beside the knight commander.

"Roger... you are the plague god. You are not doing well by yourself... why are you running back? Do you think our family is not being pointed out enough by others? We are all proud of you, and you... …But use this method to return us? Return your brother?"

Mrs. Williams held the glasses with a trembling finger, and continued--

"As you know, I am the editor-in-chief of the newspaper. I am following the public opinion arrangements in Forgotten Town. But your sudden arrival... made our faces dim and... On the first day you came, I Er was killed... and the only person he ran into was just you yesterday, and you were the next person to see my son... Don't doubt you, who do you suspect?"

Mrs. Williams was forcibly suppressing the pain in her heart. From her trembling voice and fingers, one could guess how sad she was now. In this regard, bread is not incomprehensible...

But even if it can be understood, this does not constitute a reason to say that a person is a murderer.

"You two, what is going on? Was he convicted of murder just because he met later? How could there be such a ridiculous thing? 》

Bread shook the card in his hand. However, because there was no sound, the eyes of others were focused on Roger, Premo, and Mrs. Williams. other people? Then go to hell.

Roger certainly cannot allow such wanton slander. But he just wanted to open his mouth to distinguish, the husband in front of him, who had already lunred their minds because of the pain of mourning, added a bit of determination--

"Yesterday the quarrel between you and my son spread throughout the town. Since childhood, you can only taste victory. Of course you can't bear such humiliation if you can't taste defeat. After you and my son meet again at night, you finally Because I couldn't bear my son sneer in front of you, in a rage...my poor son...uuuuu...my poor son...Little Vito...

Mrs. Williams' voice was full of irony and suspicion, which made Roger feel indefensible for a while. And standing there, the Knight Commander, who was also dizzy with grief and grief, now also lost his calm judgment. He looked at the younger brother in front of him, and the more he looked, the more annoying he felt. Think about this younger brother who once had an incomparable future... This younger brother who was praised by everyone has now been fired from public office, and has become a mercenary indistinguishable from a bandit... He was overwhelmed for a while, so he directly pointed out ――

"Bring him into the cell without my order, and no one is allowed to approach him... This fellow... is no longer the alternate knight who is cared and loved by all of us. Now... he is just a murderer without any Under the psychological pressure of "RH